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Fervor

Poesía

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"Beautiful" is an intimate love letter to my younger queer self—an invitation to dance in vulnerability and desire. Across four tracks, each one a nostalgic vignette, I trace the arc of life, love, and ecstatic revelation. Written while shadows still clung to me in the closet, these songs ache with longing, tenderness, and the electric tension of possibility. They pulse with the resilience of a heart learning to bloom against the odds, in a world that rarely offered sanctuary to the young queer soul. Now, out and unbound, this EP is my proud, seductive debut as a singer and songwriter—a shimmering confession, a promise that love will find you, coaxing you from hiding, wherever you are. Let these melodies ignite your hope, soothe your wounds, and wrap you in the luminous embrace of music’s healing touch.

LONGIN' TO FALL

LOST

Wolves

driving in the rain

The Truth She’ll Never Know is a song about the things we keep to ourselves, not because we’re hiding something bad, but because saying them out loud makes them real in a way that feels too vulnerable. It’s about the thoughts you bury, the emotions you scribble out at midnight, and the truths that feel safer on paper than in conversation.

I wrote this song as a reminder that therapy isn’t weakness, sometimes it’s the only place you can actually say what’s going on in your head without breaking something that matters. It’s also about that strange twist in relationships: you go silent because you’re overwhelmed, and she thinks something’s wrong… when in reality, she’s the thing keeping you together.

This song follows a guy who hides his notebook the way some people hide their sins. Except his “confessions” are just messy, honest, over the top truths about how crazy he is about the woman he loves. To her, the quiet feels like distance. But in his therapist notes, she’s the whole storm, the whole reason, the whole damn story.

It took me a long time to write this one. It’s vulnerable. And it’s true in ways that hit harder than any whiskey ever could.

If you’ve ever held things in because speaking them out loud felt too real… or if you’ve ever loved someone so much you didn’t know where to put it, then I wrote this one for you.

The Truth She'll Never Know

famous guy.mp3

Storm-wet pavement,
Rain drips down her boots,
Lip-smudged vape pen,
Gasoline perfume bloom.

She rips the tape off her ribs,
Mascara streaks like roadkill oil,
Leather jacket, busted zipper,
Bike lane grin, back lane loyal.
Black lace caught on barbed wire,
Sweat-salt on her neck
Chain-hiss engine idles behind her—
Her breath ignites the dark like a fuse

Bite of copper on her lips
Anger in her knuckles rising—
The night leans in, hungry to bruise

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Foam-slick beer on the pool table rail,
He watches her cue crack bone-clean,
Jawline stubble lined with rust,
Hands nicked up from a midnight scene.
She leans in, breath like molten sugar,
Boot tip hooks his belt loop tight,
Tongue tastes whiskey off his collar—
DJ digs in his crate for a longer night

Bassline pulse runs through her back
His hand locked on her leather sleeve—
Her kick slams the speakers like a fight

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Alley steam curls up her thighs,
Tattoo ink hot beneath the tongues,
Silver chain pulled taut at her throat,
Heart beats hard between the lungs
She bites his ears, leaves a stripe,
Teeth shine violent as a flare,
Sirens smear against the skyline—
and she kisses him raw as they stare

Sweat fog dancing from floor to glass,
Exhaust desire, body to frame—
She drags the moon down by its hair

Diesel Angel, she lights the match,
Boot heel crushing last regrets,
Silhouette in the streetlight glare,
Halo scorched, but never bent.
Gutter Angel, she hits the throttle,
Ash-kissed hair in open flame,
Crowd of ghosts behind her crying—
But she never turns to cool their shame.

Steel breaks steel,  they run from the crash
Candles burning, wax melts slow,
Boot heels pressed against the fractured chrome—
Her final smile blows the city to ash


Fervor

Sophia Stephens

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